dear lily
some sweet imagery
it can be a temptation
-overcrowding..

you give the eternal
minimilism-metaphors
and simile-

kept simple..a word of
the day thrown in
(for my education)

references and natural
a winter´s path through
the barren way

remembrances!
the birds have the last word
or love..

dear crow,
if lovers dream
riparian and joyfully
green-if the time

were but froze,
the ever passing stream..
if an instant or her smile remembered
was stilled..

a walk in whitening
clouds of breath
the old bridges!
and birds sing..

dear lily,
thoughts on love,
are we not just puppets
the laughing hand above?

we fumble and we bumble
the grease paint blinding
hiding to a bow
the saddened string

only to encore:
i wish we had never met..and write
dreadful poetry about fate
and love and hate..

the dreaded rational
i deserve it..the things
i have done..this show
every cynical maneuver

under the footlights
like a nose that grows with
every lie
goats and cows..mountains..

the scenery changes but
it remains
if only- if-if..
your grass-hopper lover..

dear crow,
¨when a well packaged web
of lies has been sold gradually
to the masses over generations,
the truth will seem utterly pre-
posterous and it´s speaker a raving
lunatic¨-(i refer of course, to love..lily)

he thinks of himself:
crows are clever
crows mate for life
they can remember faces
and have regional dialects
we mourn..
generously endowed in
the cranium
they can use a black and
decker and hoard..but does
she love me..?

a little john cooper
clarke is a universal cure
i fine-a pana or para-******
or something..

melodic and a dialect
that could sweep up the
sawdust..i did nt know him
but on kings cross station

one time..he wandered past..
he looked like he does!
or another dissatisfied earthling
waiting for a space craft..

warily he eyed the board
a guardian tucked under a pencil
like arm,had ariel danced from
his head none would have been

surprised..i wondered who that
was..another wandering manc
far and far from home
shaded from us and the sun..

i don´t know what to say
to you-(a suitable epitaph)
belief is poetry

(cry or laugh..)write yourself
or leaves of grass!
to infinity and beyond!